Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.